"I-I'll do anything…"
Claire knew, the very moment the dreaded words left her lips, that she said something that she would soon lament. Her eyes widened for a moment, seeing the guy stiffen as he seemed to actually consider her words.
I'm an idiot, she cursed herself. Would I seriously do anything to live? Would I?
Only she knew the answer to that.
Blowing off her better judgment, her hand continued to rub onto the man's covered member. She held back a shiver as she caught him eyeing her, his icy blue eyes slowly traveling lower, where her cleavage was poking from her mid top.
Fucking pervert, she thought in shame. The helpless girl denied the temptation of covering herself up, instead, pressing herself against the deformed man, peering up at him suggestively. Instead of doing what her mind desperately told her to do—which was to run as far as she could—Claire ran her fingers lightly down his rough skinned arms.
Does he even talk? Her mind wouldn't quit bothering her, thankfully, she was well used to that and ignored her inner thoughts.
"I'll do anything you tell me to do," She whispered to him, pushing his vest apart to run her hands along his skin. Her soft hands met rough and tattered skin, vile rose in her throat but knowing this was a life-threatening situation helped convince herself hold it down with a deep gulp.
He didn't even look like he was listening to her. To Claire's further disgust, she saw him ogling her chest. Without even a word, commence, or any sign of communication, the guy had her back against a nearby rock wall, his hands sliding inside her tank top.
The urge to hit the man, or even spit on him was completely overwhelming, but the sight of the gun, which was now lodged in his belt pocket, reminded her of what was at stake. Even if she managed to knock him down, all he'd have to do was reach in there and aim. And then that would be it—the end for Claire Carter.
It felt so odd for Claire, his hands reminding her of sand paper sliding against her soft skin. She closed her eyes tightly, allowing the man to roam his hands wherever he pleased, which were currently ascending. She didn't dare open her eyes, because she knew the revolting sight of his messed up lips, or horrid yellow, inhumane teeth would certainly make her feel sick to the stomach.
She felt his fingers slide down her tank top's strap, and Claire froze as she felt the hidden skin of her torso feel the sun's merciless rays of light. A pair of eyes, other than her own, was now staring at a part of her that she seldom let any other man do. Yet here she was, letting a complete and utter stranger, touch her in such despicable ways, without even a sound of protest from her.
It's so crazy, she thought to herself, what some people would do to survive.
Her bright blue bra met his deprived eyes, and in what seemed like a flash, the piece of undergarment was lifted, Claire's breasts bursting free, much to the guy's delight. She swore she heard him inhale deeply, and her hands grabbed a hold of some brush behind her, holding onto it tightly. Careful not to open her eyes, Claire felt him cup her left breast, squeezing it as it to see if it was truly real.
Just get it over with, Claire urged silently.
In a few seconds of fondling her left breast, both of his hands were now preoccupied with her "treasures". Claire gritted her teeth as he even had enough nerve to press himself fully against her, lowering his head to nip at her nipple. She flinched, shocked at his bold move, her eyes flashing open just in time to watch him envelop her nipples in his mouth fully.
Holy cow, she thought, watching him suck her like a newborn baby. Please don't bite me…please—
Claire let out a startled yelp when she felt his teeth brush against her tender nipple, and his arctic blue eyes were instantly gazing up at her, some of his gray hair falling into his eyes from the angle he was positioned. He paused for a moment, his lips stilling over her breast, before returning to his menstruations, his attention turned back to her chest. Claire tightly shut her eyes, desperately wishing this wasn't happening.
The desert terrain seemed to vanish from her vision. The only thing apparent in her mind was the guy sucking on her nipples.
Her body seemed to freeze under the man's control, willing to submit to anything he commanded.
I am so fucked up, Claire reminded herself, feeling like trash itself as the man devoured her greedily.
"Juicy," Claire heard him say, and she darted her eyes down at him, watching as his tongue swiped from his teeth to run over her breast. Her face paled at the dragon-reptile like sight, her mouth drying instantly.
He's a monster, she confirmed, a dragon…reptile-like guy. Especially with those eyes.
Suddenly, Claire felt something tear her right hand from the brush. She soon realized it was the guy's hand, who was guiding her own inside his pants.
Here it comes, Claire fretted, her eyes widening as her hand entered the place she mostly dreaded.
Throwing back her left hand, Claire landed a, shockingly, powerful punch right at the guy's messed up side of his lip. Stunned from the sudden blow, the man seemed to fly back, landing heavily on his back as Claire immediately began sprinting back towards the gas station.
Bad mistake, her mind warned. Very, very bad mistake.
She knew her breasts were open for all to see, her bra pushed upwards and her tank top pooling at her waist. While she ran for her life, Claire managed to push her bra back down over her reddened breasts, running as fast as her legs could carry her.
She heard the man yelling behind her, and footsteps racing after her. Paling from the terrible, frightening noise, Claire let out a cry of sweet relief when the station came into her vision.
She was so focused on the station, which seemed to get closer and closer, that she didn't know just how close the man was behind her.
That is, until she felt someone grab her hair and jerk her back.
A burning sensation rippled in her scalp, and Claire unsheathed an agonizing shriek, her hands instantly reaching behind her to relieve the pain. She flew back into the man once more, his hands tangled in her hair as she felt the gun press against her temple.
"No!" She cried out helplessly, feeling his hands travel across her chest once more. She felt his fingers dance along her hips, lowering to travel in-between her thighs.
"Stop!" The guy snarled into her ear, the terrifying sound reminding Claire of thunder itself. She stilled instantly, feeling the gun press even more into her temple.
She was trembling in his arms, biting her lower lip in a nervous-like manner. This is the end…
Just as she came up with the dreadful thought, darkness overtook her body, and the woman went limp in the guy's arms.
When Claire awoke, unknown to how much time passed, she found herself laying on a bed. She hesitantly sat up, noticing her tank top was rightfully covering her "goods" once more. Somewhat relieved, the blonde girl surveyed her surroundings. The room wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. A relatively sized bedroom, with a medium sized bed, and no decorations to add creativity to the room.
Just as her brown eyes turned to her left, Claire gasped when she was staring right into a younger girl, probably around 12 or 13 years-old. She eyed her in silent shock, noting that the girl was deformed as well.
Shit, she inwardly panicked. Is she going kill me?
The girl mirrored Claire's expression, stumbling back as if afraid of the other woman. Claire quirked her eyebrows, watching the mutated girl scramble to her feet awkwardly, her young eyes wide in surprise.
"She awake!" She shouted, running from the room, flailing her arms around frantically. The door slowly closed as the girl's voice carried back to Claire, who tensed up, listening deeply to the actions down the stairs.
Where the fuck am I?
Claire heard the distant sound of voices, floating through the floorboards to where she sat on the bed. Her mind reminded her of the guy, with the messed up lip, that nearly killed her…
Just as she was about to stand up, the door opened violently, the guy standing in the doorway. Their eyes met equally, one pair showing fear, the other showing something the other has never seen, thus not knowing what they were thinking.
"Get up," He ordered, and Claire was quick to obey, throwing the covers from her body. His voice was rough, and hard to understand. (AN: yes I know they talk weirdly, but I doubt I can write people talking like that. You all know how they talk, right? Just imagine that, but I'll try my best to express their dialogue correctly)
Claire looked up at him in great confusion and dread, seeing his eyes glance downward again. The memory of early struck in her mind, and before she knew it, Claire dove underneath the covers, crawling into the fetal position.
She felt paralyzed, unable to think properly. Her mind was in a frenzied hurricane—thoughts jumbling together into disarray.
"No!" She squealed as the guy tore the covers away from her, his body on top of hers as he straddled her hips. She begged with her eyes, begging for any kind of mercy.
"Juicy," was all he said, his hands running all over her body. Claire struggled a bit, kicking her legs helplessly, squeezing her eyes shut.
Please, she thought, don't let it end like this…
Claire jerked her head back when she felt the guy's tongue run across her cheek, his face so entirely close to hers that she could smell the scent of dirt—from the desert—invade her nostrils. His hands were on her hips, squeezing a bit as he ran his tongue all over her face, reminding her momentarily of a dog.
You fucking pig, Claire cussed silently. Disgusting, horrible man!
Tears began running down her face, lacking her consent, and the man eagerly licked them away, cackling right in her face. She noted that he enjoyed seeing her fright, liked seeing her squirm underneath him. Enjoyed having her under his control.
He's a sadist, she realized in horror.
"Turn," Claire felt the man still above her, his tongue darting back inside of his lips much like a lizard would. She swerved her eyes to the left, where another deformed guy was watching them. He was bald, but Claire could hardly even see him since the guy above her moved down closer to her, their torsos pressing flush together. "I have turn?"
To Claire's dismay, the man was asking the guy above her for permission to "have a turn" with her. She widened her eyes, hoping deeply that the guy above her wouldn't allow it. Sure she was disgusted by the mere sight of the man, but the thought of having someone else to add was…horrendous.
"Fuckin' get outta here!" The guy above her snarled angrily, grabbing a pillow to throw it at the other man. Claire jumped a bit as the other man hurried from the room, closing the door quietly behind his way out.
Suddenly aggressive, the guy was literally ripping through her clothing, tearing it apart like he had vicious claws instead of regular nails. She held back a scream as his face went in-between her breasts once more, stingily sucking as if he was in dire need of eating them.
Saliva was now layering her torso, the man's mouth traveling wherever it could find, and his hands were riding lower, down to where Claire's most private part was located.
You can have my breasts, Claire thought, but when you go down south, that's treacherous ground, buddy.
However, even she knew who was in control. And that was the man above her, the man who was now inside her shorts, fondling her mound of flesh tightly, just as he nipped sadistically at her nipple. Claire cried out from the striking pain, feeling so overwhelmed with the man's menstruations.
Her vision was blurring, the salty tears burning down her cheeks as she desperately wished she was anywhere but here.
"Juicy," He sneered again, and Claire could picture a reptile-like tongue darting from his mouth, slithering like a snake. She gagged, literally, when he shoved his tongue into her mouth. Just as he was exploring her mouth from the inside, his finger shoved into her feminine lips, earning a gasp from her, resulting in more access for his tongue.
Is this worth it? Going through all this, just to survive?
She couldn't breathe with his tongue lodged down her throat. She desperately gasped for air, throwing her arms around hysterically, but the man only licked around in her mouth, pumping his hand into her repetitively.
She began struggling like she's never done before. She flailed, even flopped like a fish, desperately seeking freedom from the man that was practically declawing her mouth. The tears stopping streaming down her cheeks, and the only sight that greeted her exhausted, terrified eyes was the man above her, his cold eyes gazing into hers, searching for the fear lurking beneath.
Just as she finally went limp, switching to her submissive mode, the man's tongue retreated. Claire took a deep intake of air, oxygen entering her body once more like sweet honey. Her breathing was picking up, fear mixing with the feeling of a hand inside of her vagina apparent evidently.
It was quite obvious the guy didn't see many women very often.
He was depraved. The way he breathed heavily, his eyes taking every single emotion flickering across her open-booked face, or how his hands were in frenzied, needy movements, devouring her like a cold-blooded dragon.
No wonder why nobody would even want to touch you—you're a sick pervert!
"Mine," He said into her ear, digging his finger the deepest he ever dug before. Claire yelped aloud, closing her eyes as she felt her walls tighten around his finger, which was wiggling in a teasing manner within her.
Claire was vaguely aware of the sound of a zipper being pulled down, nor was she conscious of his finger leaving her lower lips. She's had sex plenty times in the past—numerous times with John, but none were like this. This was a first for her; shockingly, never once has she had sex this rough.
Especially with a guy that once held a gun to her temple.
"Mine," He growled, slamming his member into her like a knife penetrating her skin. Claire inhaled deeply, clenching her jaw as he, once more, ran his tongue across her porcelain-like skin. His hands clawed around her frail neck, squeezing lightly, as if only reminding her of what she started.
She's the one who offered this to him—offered what she only had to offer. She was short of money, and didn't have any jewelry. She supposed he wanted to steal from her—or just murder someone random, but she had absolutely no idea it would lead to this. This was her own doing, so why should she back out of what she started?
He continued to slam into her, panting heavily into her ear, while Claire panted along with him. She was rocking from his momentum, and eventually got a hold of his shoulders for extra support, even though she hated the action she just did.
His eyes stayed on hers the entire time he was violating her. Claire was careful not to look into his, knowing that that was just what he was looking for.
She finally, after a long time of bracing for impact, felt liquid trickling down her legs. The man relaxed above her, nipping a bit at her earlobe as her own body felt like it was beaten up.
Exhaustion plagued her mind, and her eyelids were suddenly seeming heavier than before.
She could feel his fingers sliding between her legs again, and just as she began losing consciousness, she knew he was going to continue violating her while she was knocked out.
The last word she heard before she was once more lost in the irresistible darkness was:
"Mine."
A/N: I hope that wasn't too disturbing for you all! Yes Lizard is a bit hearthless right now and really, really perverted, but that's how he was in the movie. Please let me know if you want him to go softer on Claire in the future, or to keep being rough and stuff. Thank you for the reviews, and I'll update as soon as I can! :)